
"So, ummm, what did you guys want to talk to me about?" Elizabeth Marsh
looked apprehensively at the four older mages sitting across from her.
Classes had only been going for a few weeks, and she had hardly gotten
a chance to get her feet under her when four of the most famous prodigies
at the school had approached her asking to collaborate on a project.

"We have been working on attaining eternal youth, and we wanted to invite
you to join our group," Han Fang explained. His bulky frame made him look
like every inch the world renowned physical enhancement wizard he was.

"Oh, umm, w-well, I'm still only a first circle witch, so I don't-"

"It doesn't matter that you aren't an archmage, we've figured out a way
to do it before then. It takes to long to reach that level. We thought
we could do it, but not even we are going to be able to get there before
middle age, and we want eternal youth not just eternal life." Lisa
Frey, the transformation magic prodigy, cut her off with an explanation.
"We're going to go to the pool of eternity. There are dozens of ways to
achieve eternal life but they all require archmage level power to do.
None of us are at that level, but the four of us combined should just
barely be able to manage."

"Oh," Elizabeth nodded, "so, umm, why do you need me?"

"We need to fuse our powers together perfectly, and we've found a ritual to
do it that should work, but it requires a fifth person. You're perfect
for it."

"But I'm still just first circle. I won't contribute any power."

"That's part of why you're perfect. We need someone to play host while we
merge, and the less power you bring to the table the more seamless and in
balance things will be." Lisa explained.

"What do you mean merge?"

"We've found an old ritual that primitive witches used to used to
combine their powers by merging together to grant their youngest novices
the power of the coven. It was mostly a training tool so they could practice
wielding power beyond their level which helped them advance in their own
power. It was riddled with inefficiencies so it wouldn't have even boosted
the novice's power to the level of the weakest of the witches merging with
her, but we've reworked it using modern techniques so there should be very
little loss."

Alana Kismet, the famous artifice prodigy, chimed in, "that's another reason
you're great for this. It's based on a bunch of old fertility magic, so
when we merge with the host we'll merge with your breasts."

"And I'm guessing the bigger the better? Is that why you came to me?"
Elizabeth glanced down at the prominent bulge in her tight purple turtleneck.
She was quite proud of her generous hourglass figure, and wasn't at all
opposed to the way it, in combination with her beautiful face, could open
doors for her. It was definitely beyond all her expectations that her 34H
cup bust could offer her a ticket to eternal youth so quickly though.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. I know it's a bit weird, but it really
will make the ritual go much smoother," Alana said.

"Ummm, ok, can you give me the notes on the ritual? I want to go over
it myself to try to understand it better. I want to think about it
a bit more, but it sounds like a pretty great idea. How about I give
you guys an answer in like a week?"

"Of course, take however long you want in order to look through the
ritual and think it over," Han Fang said with a warm smile on his
handsome face. Inwardly he sneered. It had taken four prodigies
years to fully understand the ritual, there was no way a first
year student just a few weeks into her time at Hallsgrove would
be able to figure it out.

After they gave her a description of the ritual, Elizabeth thanked
them and took her leave.

===================================================================================

"Hi Elizabeth, how you doing?" Fred McGill smiled as the younger student came
in for a hug. He could feel his body respond as her firm breasts pressed into
his chest briefly and he reminded himself once again that she was too young
for him. Fred had been tutoring Elizabeth for the last five years, and in that
time he had watched her go from an exceptionally pretty young girl to an incredibly
sexy woman. Normally there was no point to practicing magic before about seventeen,
and in fact it could be harmful to your mana pathways to begin training to early,
but that only applied to structured magic. Most magic consisted of structured magic:
spells, rituals, and artifice, but some people were born with particular affinities
that gave them an innate intuition for particular branches of magic. Affinities made
it easier to do structured magic in the given domain, but it also allowed mages to
perform magic without spells or rituals. The reason that structured magic was bad
for young people was that the spells would often strain their young and relatively
weak mana pathways. When it came to unstructured magic aligned with one's affinity,
there was an instinctive reaction that prevented overstraining the mana pathways.

Both Fred and Elizabeth had an affinity for mind magic. In common parlance, they
were called psychics. It was a very rare affinity, so Elizabeth's parents hadn't
been able to find an after school program for psychics. Instead, they had hired Fred
to teach Elizabeth during school breaks, and she had done exercises he had given her
on her own during the main school term. Fred thought he was a pretty good psychic, but
Elizabeth's talent for it blew him out of the water. Though she was just a first year,
when it came to unstructured mind magic, she was just as good as him. The only edge
he had on her was that he was a lot stronger, thanks to being a fifth circle wizard
while she was still just in the first circle.

"Hi Fred, thanks for meeting up with me!" Elizabeth smiled at her tutor. Fred had
been the only way she could learn magic for so long, and she had many fond memories
of their sessions together. All she had ever wanted to be was a mage, so getting
to learn from him while she was still in high school had been a dream come true.

"How you settling in?"

"Great! Classes are awesome. We're going to start practicals pretty soon and I can't
wait to cast my first spell!"

"I'll bet! I'm honestly surprised you managed to have the self control to stop
yourself from sneaking a cantrap til now. I know how much of a magic maniac you
are," he chuckled.

Elizabeth made a shocked expression, "I never even considered the idea! How could
I damage my mana pathways like that?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm just kidding. Oh man, I remember learning that first spell,
I'm honestly kinda jealous of you. It starts to get a bit boring once you get to the
more advanced stuff,"

"Actually, I'm kinda already thinking about getting into some more advanced stuff,
but I wanted to get your thoughts before I do it. Here let me show you," she
walked over to a table in the little coffee shop they were in and sat down,
shrugging off her backpack and pulling out a sheaf of papers. She explained the
proposal that the four prodigies had brought to her and showed Fred the fertility
ritual.

Fred looked over the papers for a long time, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He muttered to himself under his breath as he looked back and forth between
different parts of the ritual until finally he stabbed his finger down on a
page and exclaimed, "ahhh!"

"What? What is it?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean, you're not sure? What was that 'aaah' for then?"

Fred rubbed his head, "well, to be honest, this ritual is way to complicated
for me to understand, but part of it has to do with mind magic, and that part
I can understand a bit. I'm fairly sure it has been tampered with."

"How?" she asked.

"Well, look here. This part establishes a mental bridge so that you will be able
to more effectively and smoothly control the powers of the people who have merged
with you."

"Ok," she nodded.

"But there are some parts of it that don't quite fit in. They don't have the same elegance,
like someone patched in some different functionality afterwards. I'm not 100% sure yet, but
I'm pretty sure the polarity of control has been reversed."

"So instead of me controlling their power, they are the ones controlling mine? Why would
they care? I'm just a first circle?"

"I'm not sure," he said, "I think there are some other modifications to the ritual that
could explain what is going on. In any case, you should tell them no. You don't want to
mess with this. They are clearly trying to screw you over somehow, I'm just not quite
sure how yet."

Elizabeth chewed the inside of her cheek. Telling them no would be the safe play, but
she didn't start studying magic to play things safe. She wanted to reach the top or
die trying. "What if I don't though? I can tell them I agree but say I want some time
to get my body in a shape where I would want it to be for all eternity. You can study
the ritual in the mean time and try to figure out what is going on a bit more. We
might figure out a way to turn the situation to our advantage. We might even figure
out how you can come along. I can always just get cold feet at the last minute if
we really can't figure anything else out."

"I don't know Elizabeth, this seems pretty risky."

"Please Fred," her big hazel eyes glimmered, "let's just try it."

"Umm, well... I guess it wouldn't hurt, but you have to promise me you'll bail
if I can't figure something out." He thought that his decision making process
might be getting impaired by the presence of such a pretty girl, but found
himself agreeing anyway.

===========================================================================================

Han Fang slid his strong hands over Elizabeth's thigh, extending
his power into her quad to nourish the muscle. He specialized in physical
enhancement magic, so when Elizabeth demanded their help perfecting her
body in exchange for her participation in the ritual, he was the one who
had to do it. Very few people got to benefit from physical enhancement magic
if they didn't practice it themselves. It was never as effective when used on
another person, and needed to be continually maintained. A few of the super rich
were able to keep a physical enhancement masseuse on staff, but even though such
positions paid extremely well, few powerful mages were willing to lower themselves
to do that kind of work.

"Mmmmm, thanks Han, can you work my abs for a bit, I pigged out again last night
and I don't want to get fat,"

"Sure," he said, moving his lightly oiled hands up to the hard muscle of the
faint six-pack he had painstakingly crafted over the last few months. He could
tell she wasn't lying about having eaten a bunch the previous night when he
extended his power into her stomach and intestines. He laboriously converted
the unhealthy nutrients to a perfect balance to nourish the young witch. He
didn't do anything to cut down on the number of calories her body was processing.
He would use some to help build up her magically enhanced muscles, each ten times
as strong as it ought to be given its size and weight, and the leftovers would
wind up helping to fill out her overstretched sports bra. The bigger Elizabeth's
boobs got, the more power he and the others would be able to bring along.

Elizabeth turned a page in the introductory warding books she was reading.
Han Fang was wearing a mental shield, but she could see through it to read
his surface thoughts easily enough. He could have shut her out if he put his
mind to it, but the most heavy duty mental shields that mages cast on themselves
during battle were quite taxing, and he couldn't afford to wear one all the time.
He knew she was psychic, but she knew he didn't really take her seriously as a
threat so he hadn't considered the possibility that she might have become a lot
more skilled with her unstructured magic than you would otherwise expect of a
first circle witch. There were two main themes when it came to Han's emotions while
he massaged her: annoyance and lust. He was annoyed that he had been forced to
spend three hours a day pampering a mere first circle witch, and he was horny
despite his best effort. He also occasionally let slip some details about the
plan that had helped Elizabeth and Fred figure out what the four prodigies
were really up to, usually when he was privately gloating about how he was
going to make Elizabeth pay for using him like a servant.

"Close your eyes," Elizabeth ordered. He was more likely to have one of those
little revenge fantasies when she ordered him around, so she made sure to do
it as much as possible. Unfortunately, by this point there wasn't much more
information she could glean from them, but she could always get lucky. Once
he had closed his eyes, she put her book aside and sat up to tug her sports
bra off, "no peeking," she chided him, smirking at the spike of annoyance and
lust she felt in response to the comment. She turned around and lay face down
on the table, picking her book back up, "stop staring at my ass and get to
work on my back."

Han fumed. He hadn't been staring at her ass, but it was no use protesting,
she would just find another way to piss him off. Who knew such a beautiful
girl could have such a poisonous tongue? Still, there was nothing he could
do for now. Better that he play it cool and exact his revenge later. He
re-applied some oil to his hands, moved Elizabeth's chestnut curls aside
and began working the muscles of her back, extending his power into them
to further compact and compresses them. As he worked his anger bled away,
partially from the enjoyment of the magic itself and partially because it
was difficult to stay angry at such a gorgeous creature.

By the time his hands had moved down to her slender waist, Han had nearly
forgotten how annoyed he was. Elizabeth had had a body that seemed designed
to generate self esteem problems in other girls and wet dreams in boys even
before he began enhancing her, and after months of his expert attention her
form had been elevated to a work of art. Her pale skin was completely flawless
and seemed to almost glow with health. Her huge breasts spread out beneath her,
peaking out at the sides of her body in a tantalizing display. Her tight
waist stood in sharp contrast to wide hips and a mountainous ass. Han's hand's
nearly trembled in anticipation as he finished working her back and placed his
hands on the twin bulges of muscle in the young witch's huge posterior. It had
been a lot fattier when he first got his hands on it, though even then it was
exquisite. Now when he spread his power into it he could only congratulate himself
on his good work. His own muscles were stronger, but he often thought that Elizabeth's
ass as his true masterpiece. None of his muscles looked like that.

Elizabeth smirked at the way Han's thought process had organically gone from
being pissed at being ordered around to hypnotized by her giant ass. She always
had him finish with her butt because of the way it always seemed to snuff out
the resentments she had managed to spark during the rest of the session. She let
him massage the thick muscles for a while longer before suddenly turning
around and bringing her hands up to cover her nipples. "I think I'm ready."

"What?" he asked.

"I think I'm ready to go to the pool of eternity. Unless... Do you think you
can make me even better?"

He looked at her. She really was nearly perfect. It would almost be a shame
she wasn't going to be preserved like this forever. Almost. "No, I think we've
pretty much made all the progress we can." That had been true a month ago, but
Elizabeth had insisted on dragging things out. The stupid bitch really was
incredibly vain about her looks, though admittedly she had reason to be.

Elizabeth smiled, "Great! Can you tell the others to set up the ritual then?"

==========================================================================================

Lisa carefully painted swirling designs in gold paint on Elizabeth's naked skin as
the younger witch stood with her arms spread slightly. Lisa had to admit that Han
had done pretty amazing work. The greedy bitch had driven a hard bargain and she
had clearly reaped heavy rewards. Originally, Han was going to help the other three
conspirators out, but Elizabeth had aggressively monopolized his time, so he was
only able to help the others a little. It was annoying, but they had decided it was
worth it to keep the stupid bimbo happy. If there was anyone else they could have used,
they would have told her to take a hike, but busty psychics were hard to come by.
In the end it wouldn't matter. The cow would get her just deserts soon enough.

When Lisa began working on Elizabeth's enormous breasts, she frowned. The stupid
bitch's oversized udders were half the reason they had put up with her so long.
Lisa had taken her measurements for a final calibration before the ritual, and
all the extra calories the curvy witch had been packing in over the last few
months had made her swell up to a 34M cup. If Han hadn't been helping her out
the stupid cow would probably have stretch marks. Now as Lisa carefully painted
Elizabeth's firm breasts, she found herself pinching her lips in annoyance as
a pair of nipple piercings glimmered at her. They weren't a huge deal, but she
would have to make some minor adjustments to the ritual designs to account for
the extra metal so close to the nexus of the ritual. Elizabeth should have told
her about them ahead of time, or better yet, just not worn them at all, but the
selfish bitch hadn't even brought up the fact that her nipples were pierced.
It was emblematic of the girl's whole attitude towards the project: rude and
entitled. Lisa knew that she wouldn't get anywhere if she tried to get Elizabeth
to take them out, so she just made the adjustments as best she could and kept
painting.

Finally it was done and Elizabeth was covered from head to toe in golden whorls
and lines of meticulous runes. "Stay there, and don't move," Lisa instructed.

"Will you hurry up already?" Elizabeth whined, internally smirking at the flash
of exasperation this elicited. All four of the prodigies she was working with
had completely dismissed her as a brat, and she continued to play her role to
a T.

Gideon, Alana, and Han filed in and began efficiently setting up the rest of the ritual,
laying out urns of various sizes to fill with potions and powders. Gideon deftly
etched designs in chalk that spanned the whole room while Alana poured out circles
of salt and iron in concentric rings around Elizabeth. They worked smoothly and
with expertise, and in no time at all the ritual was ready. "Ok everyone, you
know what to do?" Gideon asked.

Everyone said they did, but Alana couldn't help but remind Elizabeth not to move
once the ritual started. They began chanting slowly as they fed magic into the
various parts of the ritual setup. The power build in the air slowly, and Elizabeth
could feel her hair begin to float away from her skull, though the effect wasn't
obvious due to the way it was piled up in a bun to keep it off the gold paint
on her body. The power reached a crescendo and the four prodigies around her
began to glow. Their bodies glowed brighter and brighter until they transformed
entirely into light. They hung in the air like that for a moment before shooting
forward to spiral into Elizabeth's bosom, two getting drawn in to each one of
her breasts. The light looked like normal light, but it had some substance to it,
and it took a while to soak into Elizabeth's skin. As it did, her breasts swelled,
their massive size growing even more pronounced.

After several minutes, it was over. The power in the air died down and Elizabeth
grinned down at her swollen bust. She could feel four vast oceans of power that
were now available to her. "Ok guys, I'm just gonna take a quick shower to get this
gold stuff off and then I'll move on to the next part."

*Seriously, she's taking a shower?* Gideon fumed to the other three prodigies.
*Doesn't she realize the preparations we made won't last forever?*

*What did you expect?* Alana replied.

Elizabeth pulled on a silk kimono and walked out of the ritual room towards the
bathroom. They were using Alana's vacation lake house for the ritual, so at
least they knew no one would mess with the ritual setup while Elizabeth was
taking her sweet time. They could have just ambushed her mentally and forced
her to go along with the original plan, but it would be better if she went along
with it willingly as long as possible.

Elizabeth thoroughly scrubbed herself off, not leaving any gold paint behind.
She toweled off and cast a quick spell to perfectly dry and arrange her hair.
*Of course the stupid bimbo has wasted time on makeup magic,* Alana said
derisively to the others.

*With her talents, that must be most of what she studies,* Lisa replied in
amusement.

Listening in on their conversation, Elizabeth chuckled to herself. They were
really confident that they had pulled one over a psychic when it came to
mind magic, weren't they?

She pulled on a lacy set of creme underwear, hoping that the prodigies wouldn't
notice the way the bra shifted to accommodate her swollen breasts. Fortunately,
they were hardly paying attention to what she was doing. She pulled on a pair
of comfortable yoga pants and a crop top her breasts stretched to translucency
before heading back into the ritual room.

Placing her hands on an alter that the prodigies had set up for her, she tapped
into their power and flooded the second ritual with energy. It greedily sucked
in her mana, taking almost half of it in thirty seconds before a portal
opened in the air before her. There was no time to lose, so she snatched the
shield talisman from the top of the alter and fed her power into it before
leaping through the portal.

Vicious winds battered her, but the shield generated by the talisman kept her
safe and secure. The winds were imbued with powerful time magic and if they
were to touch her she could wither into a crone in a second or revert to
a fetus. She might find herself trapped in an endless moment or different
parts of her body could start moving through time at different speeds.
Whatever happened to her if the winds touched her, it would be horrifying.
She resolutely channeled the mana of the four prodigies into the talisman
as she walked quickly along the path. Everything outside of the path
was swallowed by inky darkness, but she knew that if she could just reach
the end she would reach a spot of calm in the time storm.

Elizabeth's mana dropped steadily, but she progressed quickly along the
path. Inside her breasts, the four prodigies were surprised. They had
honestly expected that they would have to take over as soon as she
opened the portal. They had thought she would get cold feet or freeze
in fright, but instead she was rising to the occasion and moving
decisively through the time storm. It freed them up to focus their
full attention on replenishing their mana stores by stimulating their
mana cores.

After several hours on the path, a clearing opened up in front of Elizabeth.
A crystal clear pool in a stone basin was at the center of the clearing,
and she could feel a deep aura of antiquity emanating from the pool.
She felt certain that the pool would always be there and had always been
there. She was a little surprised that her collaborators had not made their
move yet, so she almost reacted with relief when she felt them launch an
all-out mental assault as she walked into the clearing and deactivated
her shield.

They had subverted the part of the ritual that left Elizabeth in control of
their power, so now when they attached her they had the home field advantage
even though it was her body. At least, that's what should have happened.
Instead, when they launched their attack they found the structure of the
mental connection they had with the younger witch was inherently in her
favor, just as if they had never modified the ritual in the first place.
"I was wondering when you guys would try something," Elizabeth laughed.
Her nipple piercings glowed through her top as they lit up with power,
"where you hoping to set up the ritual so you would be in control?
I'm afraid I made a slight modification. The ritual favors me the way
it was always supposed to."

*That bitch! She played us!* Lisa fumed.

*It's ok, she's still just first circle. We can still batter her down with
brute force,* Gideon said calmly. The experienced battle wizard was used
to remaining calm under pressure.

The four prodigies joined together for a massive attack. They fought
through the inherent resistance from the structure of their connection
to Elizabeth. The battle was a thousand times harder for them than it
was for her, yet they were winning anyway. It didn't matter that conditions
favored her. It didn't matter that they were fighting using her affinity.
In the face of raw power she could only be crushed.

Just as it seemed they were about to take over Elizabeth's body, a sixth
mind joined the fray. *You bastard really think you can trick some first
year into being your carriage? You're sick.*

*What? Who are you?* Han demanded of the new presence that was shoving
them back down the connection with vigorous strength and incredible
mental skill. The new mind was weaker than any of them, but was clearly
a much more skillful mental combatant and in combination with the
crushing structural advantage that it enjoyed they were getting steadily
driven back.

*Fred McGill, fifth circle physic, you guys are so fucked,* the new
mind replied smugly.

*What? How did you hitch a ride?* Alana demanded. The winds of time
didn't let anyone hitch a ride with someone making their way to the
pool of eternity. They had only been able to do it because the merge
ritual made them get treated like just another part of Elizabeth.

*Oh, I tapped into the merge ritual. I'm not as fully merged as you
guys, but it was close enough.* That was the part of the plan Elizabeth
and Fred had been most worried about, but it seemed that their calculations
that it would work as long as he ended up as close as possible to the
ritual nexus had been right.

*You bastard, did you turn into those nipple piercings?* Lisa asked.
She knew there was something fucky with them.

Elizabeth laughed aloud, "no, those piercings were just to undo what you
tried to do to the mental control circuits, now just obediently become
my mana batteries forever." She pulled off her top and walked towards
the pool. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, but as
soon as she let the cups loosen, Fred's connection to the mental battle
slackened and the four prodigies immediately began making rapid progress.
*Fuck, I can't hold them on my own,* Elizabeth said privately to Fred as
she pulled him back into place. He re-engaged and soon had the treacherous
prodigies suppressed once more.

*You fucking perv, you turned into her bra!* Alana yowled at him mentally.

*Like you're one to talk, you turned into her titflesh,* Fred replied with
contempt, but internally he was worried. If Elizabeth couldn't take him
off, how was he going to revert back to his usual body to go in the pool?

*What are we going to do?* Elizabeth asked Fred, worry in her mental voice
as she re-hooked her bra.

*They'll tear you apart if you take me off,* they had figured out that the
ritual didn't really allow people to unmerge from Elizabeth's breasts. The whole
story Elizabeth had been given was probably made up. As
best they could tell, originally it had been used by a group of witches
who would merge their elders into youths and then give birth to the elders
after the youths learned from them. Of course, such a method could not
work in the time they had, so the four prodigies had devised a different
scheme. From what Fred and Elizabeth could tell, their plan had been to
split her body into four parts and then rebuild their own bodies from the
remnants of Elizabeth's. Most of the non-mind related modifications they
had made to the ritual had to do with this process.

*And if we just stay here, you'll run out of energy before them. Even
though you're suppressing them now, they are stronger than you,* Elizabeth
replied.

Fred paused for a long time, *just go in like this.*

*But then you'll be my bra forever,* she pointed out.

*If I can transform from a man into a bit of fabric, I'll be able to go the
other way. It will probably take me a while to figure out how to cast spells
like this, but I don't actually need chants and gestures, it will just be
harder to form spell schema without them.*

*Are you sure?* Elizabeth asked with concern.

*We don't have a choice. At least we'll both be able to live forever this
way and those four bastards won't win,* he replied resolutely.

*Ok, thank you Fred. I'm sorry it came to this," Elizabeth said as she
stepped forward into the pool. The four prodigies battered against
the mental connection desperately, but they could do nothing as the
clear water soaked into Elizabeth. She dove beneath the surface and
swam down. She could feel the power of the pool rapidly suffusing
her flesh. The water grew thick around her, resisting her as she swam
deeper and deeper. She drew on the power of the four prodigies to burn
away the resistance. While Fred suppressed their minds, she had control
of their mana. The power of time entering her body grew stronger the
deeper she swam until she reached the very bottom of the pool. She
didn't have to go this deep, but the deeper she did the more resistant
to damage her body would be. Most people who achieved eternity with
the pool never made it this far, but with the borrowed power of the
four prodigies she managed it.

Once she was sure the power had fully entered her, she turned and swam back to the
surface. Water streamed off her as she emerged like Aphrodite emerging from
the sea.

Now that her body had been tempered in the time pool, she no longer needed
to fear the winds, so she walked back along the path without activating
the shield talisman. When she let down her hair, the fierce winds only
seemed to blow it gently, unwilling to challenge the primacy of Elizabeth's
eternal body.

Once back in Lisa's lake house, she carefully cleaned up, removing all the
evidence of what had happened. The four prodigies continued to rage and
fight, but the pool of eternity had cemented their position, making it
even harder for them to challenge Elizabeth for control of her own body.
She could fully suppress them on her own now, though it would quickly
exhaust her. Fred however, was able to keep them bottled up almost as
an afterthought.

===============================================================================

*Alright, you ready?* Elizabeth asked Fred. Just as he had been for the
entire school year, he was stretched across her heavy bosom. It had been
necessary for the first few months since she still wasn't strong enough
to suppress her rebellious mana batteries on her own, but even after that
she had continued to wear the older wizard. She had gotten in the habit of
chatting with him, and she felt like leaving him alone and motionless in
a drawer would be too cruel. He hid his mind well, but especially as she
became a stronger and stronger psychic she could tell that he felt helpless
and stifled by his situation. The few times she left him off, she had been
able to tell how eager he was to be worn by her again. At least when she
was wearing him, he was moving around and had someone to talk to. The fact
that he could take out his frustration on the people who had launched the
scheme which granted him eternal youth in the shape of a bra any time
he wanted when she was wearing him also had something to do with it.
On top of that there was the convenience factor. Finding 34V cup bras
off the shelf was entirely impossible, and Fred already both fit Elizabeth
perfectly and was always clean thanks to his eternal body.

*Don't worry, the little bastards won't be making any trouble. I'll stop
them up tighter than a cork,* Fred replied.

*Thanks Fred, you're the best,* she replied.

Today was the day she would break through to the second circle. She had
honed her magic to perfection for the whole school year, and she was finally
ready to make the attempt. Half her classmates were already at the third
circle since the first few circles came easily. Even the talent-less
were second circle by this point. Of course if anyone had heard that Elizabeth
was still a first circle witch, they wouldn't have believed it. She was
the top of her class in every subject, and nowhere did she shine more brightly
than in practicals where she was known for her overwhelming power. No one
but she and Fred knew that this was because she could tap into the mana
reserves of four high level mages who were eternally trapped in the abundant
flesh of her breasts. Though she was still only first circle, she had the
power of an archmage at her command.

The jump from first to second circle was in many ways the most important.
It wasn't difficult, but it would set the pattern for all the following
circles. Problems when breaking through to the second circle could
lead to complications that limited the growth potential of a mage
further down the line. It was one more reason people didn't train
magic too young. Elizabeth planned to make use of that fact to get
a lot more out of her borrowed power.

She focused on the four mana batteries in her breasts and directed the
power into her mana core, compressing it as she fed it into the single
shining circle of power in her core. Her circle spun faster and faster as it
took in the new energy, growing more intense but not any larger. She
felt the pressure mount as she packed more and more energy into her
core. This was dangerous, but she felt the risks were worth it.
Her borrowed mana poured in as her circle greedily gobbled it up.
If she hadn't spent so long on mana shaping exercises, she never would
have been able to handle the influx. She had practiced this before
many times though, it was just that today was the first day she would
go all the way. The power continued to flow, slowing as the four reservoirs
emptied. Fred forced the four former prodigies to gather more mana
to fill them up, further fueling Elizabeth's core. After several hours,
she had taken all they could give. Her core shone like the sun.

Carefully, Elizabeth eased up on the force she was using to keep the
power contained in her first circle, allowing a shower of bright
sparks to escape. The sparks began spinning in a loose ring around
her first circle, and she guided them into a tighter and tighter
orbit. Once the first wave of sparks were stabilized, she released
a second shower. Just like the first, these orbited her first circle
in a chaotic jumble and she gently guided them into place. She
repeated this process again and again. Just one or two pulses was
usually enough for normal mages to break through to the second circle,
but it was taking many more for Elizabeth to do so with her much larger
and more powerful circle. Just as she was starting to think it wouldn't
work, something clicked. She could feel the sparks fuse together.
All the power in her first circle was sucked rapidly out into the
second circle, which glowed only very dimly.

Elizabeth's body felt cold, as if the blood had fled from her face,
but she knew it was just the result of her expanded mana capacity.
She spun her second circle, greedily dragging in power from the
environment. Color returned to her skin over the next few hours
as her circles filled back up. Each circle usually represented a
doubling in power, and Elizabeth had sparked her second circle using
the full power of an archmage. Her first circle had reverted back to
its original strength, but her second circle now contained double
the power she was able to borrow from her four little passengers.

Inside Elizabeth's breasts, the four former prodigies felt a wave
of despair. Any hope that they could turn the tables on the busty
young witch who had trapped them in her tits was gone. She was now
twice as powerful as the four of them combined, and was a physic
to boot. Even if the structure of their mental connection wasn't
heavily in her favor, they would stand no chance.

*Thanks for the help Fred, fuck you Lisa,* Elizabeth broadcast
to all her little hangers on. Lisa had been particularly venomous
about this plan once she clued into it, having taken every opportunity
to try to sew doubt in Elizabeth's mind.

In terms of raw power, she was already in the running for the strongest
to ever live and she had only just started practicing magic. Her future,
she was quite confident, was looking very bright.
